Iam always wondering whats on the the ofter side of life.
An end or a beginning ?
Do I go on endlessly or come to an abrut halt ?
Or is there a paradise or a pit , we are threatened with all our lifes.
And a god is a hard thing for me to think excists.
This may seem hard for you these thoughts I think.
My respect for yours are deep.
Even if my own runs down a different path.
Isn,t it the love that counts ? No matter what our thoughts.
When life ends its the love not the hate, that binds our fate.
Either way the light will be lit.
With this idea I await.
poem by greg